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A wind's dance recital performed on his nose before moving to his eyes.

Izuku opened his eyes to a calm, blue sky and a field of yellow roses. He was standing in a hospital nightgown that was as blue as the sky above. He pinched his face and felt a slight twinge of pain- he knew it was real. He looked down and saw his bare feet, toes deep in the Earth's blanket. The yellow roses swayed in the subtle wind and were in total bloom.

The wind rustled the flowers and mustered a scent that sent him into a state of euphoria.

Where was he? What was he doing prior to this?

All of a sudden, the memories of the events at the USJ struck him.

Separating from his classmates and brothers, being called King, two new Quirks rising and him controlling them with ease, Aizawa getting severely injured, and Tomura taking him hostage.

He tried to remember what happened to him in the USJ that got him in this new place, but he couldn't. All he could remember was putting his hands over his eyes. He remembers doing that as a kid to summon one of his brothers but his brothers were already out in the world.

So, who did he summon?

Who came out?

A five beat laughter interjected his thoughts.

He looked around the meadow for the sound but heard nothing. Izuku shrugged it off and began to ponder his whereabouts until another five beat laughter sounded. He looked around and saw the wind make a swirling pattern around the flowers near him and saw a couple petals gain air. Izuku watched the petals run up the wind like a staircase and twirl around another object, not far from him.

A little boy that looked just like him.

He had bushels of green locks that fell around his head. The child was crouched with his back facing Izuku. He wore a white dress shirt and Izuku could see black shorts and shoes. Izuku dug his feet out of the soil and began walking towards the child.

When he got a step away the child began to laugh.

The child laughed and paused. Laughed again and then paused.

The child turned around and Izuku was assaulted by the fact that the boy him wore the same face. The boy looked just like he did (when he was three) but he had golden eyes as bright as the sun instead of emerald eyes.

Izuku was so shocked by his eyes that he didn't notice the boy's outstretched arm. He held out a yellow rose to Izuku and Izuku took it into his fragile hands.

The little boy began to hum a little tune before he sang a sentence.

‟ρι¢к α fℓσωєя, вυмвℓє вєєѕ αяє συт"

Izuku heard whizzing noises and saw a swarm of bees heading his way. He tried to warn the boy but the boy was focused on singing that one line. He took one look at the bees and decided to make a run. Izuku gripped the flower but soon dropped it as the thorns nipped his hand. A bulb of blood swelled on his palm. He put it to his mouth to suck but the bulb burst and poured down his hand. The bees came and created a barrier around him- taking the blue sky and yellow meadow and replacing it with darkness.

As soon as he could no longer see the peaceful scene, the bees dispersed and Izuku was met with floating darkness that made him feel like thick jelly. It felt like gravity was scratching at his skin and pulling him towards something. He couldn't tell if he was moving, but in seconds a door appeared in front of him.

He walked through, his bloody right hand ignored.

He walked in on a scene. A little boy sat, on a bed, next to an adult version of him- except the man's hair was black and he had no freckles. The man sat with his hands in his lap and his head was down. The boy kicked the air as he sat next to the man and also had his head down. The room they sat in had no color- even the boy's green hair was dulled from the amount of light in the room. Izuku looked around and saw that it was a room he didn't recognize but it seemed slightly similar to his mother's room.

He shook the thought out of his head before returning focus to the scene at hand.

The man lifted his head and started to chuckled before pausing.

The boy laughed and then paused.

They went back and forth like that a couple of times before the man stood up. Izuku noticed a closed suitcase that sat behind him. The man reached out and ruffled the boy's curls and golden eyes colored the monotone scene.

‟уσυ'яє ℓєανιиg αяєи'т уσυ?"

The man sighed. "I'll be back. It's just for business"

‟тнαт'ѕ α ℓιє αи∂ уσυ киσω ιт" the boy sternly replied.

The man looked surprised but grabbed the suitcase, nonetheless. The man walked towards the door and Izuku moved out of his way and further into the room. He watched the man laugh weakly and pause, while the boy did the same.

‟уσυ'яє ℓєανιиg вє¢αυѕє ι ∂σи'т нανє α qυιяк," the boy said. The man stopped inches away from the door and turned back to look at the boy. The boy dug his hand under the nearest pillow and pulled out a yellow rose. Along with the boy's eyes, the pop of yellow colored the scene and added a major note in this symphonic scene of minor notes. Izuku watched as the boy toy with the thorns and look at the man. "нσω ¢αи уσυ вє ѕσ ѕυяє тнαт ι ∂σи'т нανє σиє?"

The man squinted his eyes. "Prove it then"

The little boy closed his eyes and shook his head. The man shook his head and mumbled, "Damn child" before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Izuku looked at the boy and saw him put a hand over the rose. Water was being sucked out of the rose and coagulated in his hand above the flower. The flower turned brittle and was one blow away from being ash. He dropped the fragile flower onto the floor and watched it fall gracefully onto the ground. The water he had in his hand turned into a sharp icicle and the boy's right hand tightened around it.

Izuku saw a small wisp of crimson fall from the boy's palm and streak onto the icicle. He looked down at his own hand and noticed the same small river of blood cascade down his hand and onto the floor.

The sound of a door screaming made Izuku lose focus of his hand. He could hear screaming in a woman's voice and shouts of anger in a man's voice. Izuku couldn't place who the woman was but the man's voice sounded like the man that was just in the room. The boy gripped the shard tighter and the stream of rubies seemed to stop.

Then, he began to hum.

‟ρι¢к α fℓσωєя, вυмвℓє вєєѕ αяє συт"

The boy looked straight at Izuku and smiled. His golden eyes showing anger instead of the happiness that was displayed in them at the meadow.

‟ѕєє уσυ ℓαтєя, zєяσ" the boy walked through the door and the room collapsed under Izuku's feet.